We receive input
through our sensory organs,

which register
a certain spectrum of reality.

From this limited information,

our mind constructs
our perceived reality.

What we see is mind.

What we see is
the construction
of mind creating our reality,

that we commonly believe
we exist within,

from half-eaten bread crumbs.

We construct
our whole world

on a foundation
that is incomplete.

If we believe
the construct

to be the whole
we are incomplete.

What we see
is a world of material
and conceptual symbols

hiding the true essence
of existence beyond
our limited perspective
of reality.

The symbols hide,
or allude to,

what mind
cannot fathom.

The true essence
cannot be perceived
from a limited perspective,
for it has no limits.

That which is infinite
cannot be seen.

But it can be constructed
from a multitude
of illusory perspectives

all sharing their
finite perceived piece
of the fragmented puzzle

that is the experience
of the lower capital you.

We may never
see what lies behind

the symbols

in our current state
of being.

To perceive
that which lies beyond

we need to go beyond
the perceptions of mind.

And when we do,
we cease to be we,

yet remain
what always was.

The digested bread
in our stomachs

cannot be seen wholly
in the crumbs on the floor.

A staunch believer
creates god in his mind
and kills him
with the same thought.

An atheist does
the exact same thing.

A rigid scientist mistakes
the dream for reality
and tries to measure
the hard quantity
and colour of love.

A mystic sees God's crumbs
and laughs at the divine comedy.

A shaman is in trance
when the symbols
from the Great Spirit
masquerade in the mind
as perceptual attire
clothing the infinitely naked.

A quiet man
is here holding hand
with nothing.

We constraint reality
with the limits of our minds.

When all our perspectives vanish,
we are pure essence.

That which underlies it all.

It is this underlying essence
that we interpret symbolically.

For we as humans
are not equipped
to look upon our true self,

except through
the filtering goggles
of finite mortality.

When the goggles are removed
we cease to exist,

yet our true self,

that which handed us
our goggles to wear,
remains.